Foxy.
Foxy's fast.
I need to find Plushtrap three more times before he's my help...
You stood, listening, for any sound what so ever around you.
Dead silence. Not even a cricket was making it's music for you to hear. Yet, that was possibly one of the most unnerving bits around you.
Everyone says birds and insects only withhold their songs in areas where the ghosts of long dead roam.
Wait what was that?!
Your head whipped to the side, you holding your breath, closing your eyes to try and listen to whatever you thought you heard.
....
There it was again.
Slow.
Deliberate.
".....oh dear God he's here...." You didn't realize it slipped out aloud.
You heard the foot steps. Before you could make yourself look, you sprinted off, racing away.
Nonononono, I do enough running out of here!
Then you felt the need to duck, and you did, turning a rough right and finding yourself under a hallway end table.
The large animatronic fox racing by, his footsteps so quick and light you could barely see them, even this close, even with him that large.
You watched as he scanned around the room quickly, before running off in another direction. You slowly let out a breath of air, closing eyes, leaning closer against the wall, safe-
.....what's that?
You warily glanced back, finding a cheekily smiling Plushtrap.
"Good job (Y/n)! Two more!" He whispered, before crawling out and running off.
Thank God I'm so small.
You knew you had to find him again, before the next hour hit.
Oh, this would be just dandy!
Great now even my mind's being sarcastic.
You slowly slipped out, trying to listen to the dead seeming silence of the house.
Why did they have to make you do this?
Why Henry and the queen bee with that fake smile have to choose this house out of all the weird creaky ruined one's around town?
"Take a deep breath. You're just going crazy!" You murmured to yourself, walking around, your foot hitting something on the ground. You glanced down, seeing a flashlight.
What the.....?
Still, you picked it up, testing it at the other wall, you didn't expect it to work!
But it did.
And it put a beacon to right where you were, you slowly turning it off, then hearing the quick steps somewhere near.
You couldn't tell which direction, it sounded left, then right, then behind you, then in front of you.
Please be fake I don't want to die.
But you didn't stand still, you darted off, heading right for where you heard them last. Which, luckily, you got past, but not before you saw flashing fangs and wide claws, large enough they could have pulled half your stomach out.
You heard the animatronic, Foxy, hit the wall, letting out a strangled growling yelp, yet you paid no mind, only trying to even out your breathing as you ran on, almost running into a wall yourself as you ran down a flight of stairs, almost tripping down the last few, landing down on your knees, then scrambling forward.
Not today, I will not die today, NOT. TODAY.
You crawled on hands and knees, hiding under a tarp quickly, hearing the fox step onto the stairs, creaky and old.
You held your breath, closing your eyes, feeling fur beside you and closing the rabbits mouth before it could speak, praying to yourself for this to be safety.
And the voice in the back of your mind, next to all the others, yelling at you to not cry.
After a few minutes, you dared to let Plushtrap open his mouth, peeking out.
No sign of the thing.
"One more time~" Plushtrap sing songed, then was gone.
....I won't question it.
Then, slowly shedding the tarp away, you dared to scan these new surroundings.
You'd ended up in the basement, where you could see boxes and boxes of things, like things that must have been old and used, but some seemed new.
.....It was strange. Nothing here was dusty either.
You slowly walked around the room, resting your hand against a snow globe. It looked like one of those collectibles, but it showed the town they stood in now, yet back when it was new. When it was first settled, a long long time ago. Back when this house was probably built, whenever that Fazbear fellow must have been alive.
Written across the bottom of it, in a childish scrawl, read "Home."
"....well...." You breathed softly, back to going up the stairs.
Home? In the past?
....What could you even think?
You still had that photo, and the flashlight now to look at it, but you wouldn't risk the flashing right now.
Has you ascended the steps, you found yourself going slowly, to minimize noise.
Has you got to the top, finding no one, you quickly ran off, continuing this circle of hiding and hoping.
You found Plushtrap that last time, up at the base of the attic.
And right has you two sealed the deal of him helping you with a handshake, the clock chimed, four equal times, causing Plushtrap to giggle.
"Here comes Fredbear," He softly sing songed, smiling wide.
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The Hope of Tomorrow: FNaF 4 x Reader
Fanfiction(Y/n) didn't expect to be forced into Fazbear Manor. Well, the name had came up from the old saying that some old ghosts haunted the place, mainly one everyone called Fazbear. Who knows, really. However, (Y/n) seems like she'll find out shortly. She...
